Intro: (x4) OR just: (x4) Cleaning out the darkest corners of my mind Taking all of my full circles, and making a straight line Been getting to the bottom of the bottom getting to me Holding up the mirror, to everything I don't want to see But it ain't all flowers Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns And when you play with the devil, you know you're gonna get the horns Been dancing with the demons all my life Every time I find my grove, they cut in like a knife Been a sin eater since the day I was born Tired of feeling weight down, from carrying 'round all the pain that keeps me torn So I pray when I lay me down to die Grab a glass of wine, and a seat to dine, and go ahead and eat the whole damn pie (x5) It ain't all flowers Sometimes you gotta smell the thorns And when you play with the devil, you know you're gonna get the horns ...